His grip tightens instantly, dragging me against him. My legs part on instinct, my arms sliding up around his neck as he presses me deeper into the counter, his mouth devouring mine like he’s been starving for days.
“Jesus, Molly,” he groans against my lips, lifting me easily onto the countertop.
My legs wrap around his hips without thought. His hands slide beneath me, holding me up, pressing me exactly where I need him. The heat between us sparks so fast my head spins.
“This,” he growls softly, kissing down my throat. “This is who I am with you.”
I gasp, fingers fisting in his hair. “Samuil?—”
“No more running.” His mouth claims mine again, deeper now, rougher. “You’re here. I’m here. And I’m going to take care of you.”
His hips roll into mine. My back arches and my breath breaks. The world narrows to him, to his body, his hands, his mouth, the heat igniting into something unstoppable. The last coherent thought I have before everything blurs is that I don’t stand a chance against him. Not when I want him so badly.
17
SAMUIL
Idon’t think. I don’t breathe. The second her mouth crashes against mine, everything in my body snaps tight, like a drawn wire, and there’s no room for doubt or fear or anything except the feel of her. Her legs wrap around my hips and I grab her thighs, lift her fully onto the counter, dragging her closer until she’s exactly where I need her.
Her breath breaks against my mouth, hot and desperate, and I groan as her heat presses against me through her leggings. I want her bare. I want her open. I want her so tight around me she forgets every reason she has to pull away.
“Fuck, Molly,” I growl against her throat as I kiss down the line of her neck. “You drive me insane.”
She arches into me, fingers fisted in my hair, and her voice trembles when she whispers, “Please.”
That’s all it takes. One word. That desperate little plea.
I push her back gently until she’s flat on the cool counter, her hips on the edge, her legs wide around me. I drag her leggings down, slowly at first, wanting to savor the way her body reveals itself inch by inch. But halfway down, patience dies. I rip the rest from around her ankles because I need her now. I need to feel her skin, to watch her face when I push into her, to know that even after everything she’s said to me tonight, she still wants this. Wantsme.
She gasps when the air hits her, thighs trembling slightly as she tries to pull me back toward her. I grab her hips and hold her still.
“Slow,” I murmur, voice low and shaking with restraint. “Let me look at you.”
It’s not even about sex in this moment. It’s about the way her chest rises and falls, the fear and want mixing in her eyes, the softness in her expression that she only gives me. It’s about the way she opens for me like I’m someone she trusts even when she’s terrified I might break her heart or ruin her life.
I drag my thumb along her inner thigh, watching the way she shivers.
“You want this?” I ask because I need to hear her say it again.
“Yes,” she whispers. “Samuil, please. I want you.”
I groan and reach down to free myself, pushing my sweats low enough to get what I need. The second my cock brushes her, heat punches through me so hard I almost lose it. She’s already wet, already soft and ready, and when I drag my length through her folds, she whimpers and lifts her hips like she’s begging me to stop teasing her.
I grip her waist tighter. “Look at me,” I say.
Her eyes rise to mine, wide, desperate, and somehow trusting. I push into her, slow and deliberate. We both gasp.
Her nails dig into my forearms as I sink into her slowly, stretching her inch by inch until she’s gripping me so tight my vision blurs. She’s trembling, holding onto me like she needs me to keep her from falling apart.
“Jesus Christ,” I grit out, leaning over her as I fill her completely. “You feel… Fuck, Molly.”
She exhales shakily, adjusting to me, her legs tightening around my hips as I settle deep inside her. Her warmth surrounds me, pulls me under, and makes me forget every terrible fear she has. There’s nothing in the world except her body, her breath, and her slick heat gripping me.
I pull back slowly and push into her again, harder this time. She cries out with unbridled pleasure and the sound hits me so deep I nearly come right then. Her hands grip my forearms, urging, desperate.
“More,” she whispers.
I give her more.
